- Well, the stakes are up and out.

- How do you plan on doing this?

- Rip, have you figured out how to do this

without all of us getting trampled?

- Best we came up with, sir, is fuck it, ya know?

Let's get up there as fast as we can

and just chase them sum bitches down a mountain.

- Fuck it.

That your plan, too, fuck it?

- It's gonna be a shit show, no matter what we do.

May as well do it fast.

Less time for things to go wrong.

- Your logic is so flawed, son, hell it almost makes sense.

- (chuckles) Great.

- All right.

Fuck it.

(twangy, dramatic music) (hooves pattering)

(hooves clomping) (suspenseful music)

(men shouting)

(horses neighing)

(suspenseful music) (hooves clomping)

(whistling)

(gate squeaks)

(chuckles)

- I thought for sure someone was going to the hospital.

- I thought someone was dying.

- Ya know, I got half a mind to run up that hill

and do it again. (slow, bright music)

(all laugh)

(distant neighing)

(muted pounding)